From that day on, Totoshka became their game, which they liked, and which gave a special highlight to dates. Sometimes Kirill, confused, called Anya Totoshka, and this amused them both. It surprised him and more. With him, Anya was alone, soft as a vine, elevating it to the highest pedestal, which sometimes even became awkward. And with peers ...

Once, hanging laundry washed on the balcony (yes, yes, lonely bachelors have to wash themselves and hang linen themselves) he watched an interesting scene from the balcony.

Anya and her friend sat in the gazebo. The girls chatted, sometimes bursting into laughter. A broken-up fourteenth drove up, tightly tinted in a circle and snapping a stunning bit: Bom! Bom! Three guys got out of the car, about twenty years old, two of them headed for the gazebo, one disappeared in the entrance of the house opposite. The dark-haired guy who was walking first waved his hand and shouted:

- Anka, Tanya Hi! - coming closer, he whistled. - Anka, what are you still fucking! I always smoke my pants when I see you - and immediately offered without a transition. - The girls went with us.

- Drink beer? You would, Bald, at least for a variety of ice cream offered. And then all the beer and beer, - said Anya.

- And more crackers. Or today chips? - added Tanya. The girls looked at each other and laughed loudly.

- Damn! Anka! Kiss for ice cream drive off.

- Well, as always, - Anya mockingly stretched out, exchanging glances with her friend. - Tan, do you want ice cream? - and got up, indulgently leaving the Bald. “Well, today I’m kind, kiss.”

She is standing up, looking with interest at her friend. Cyril, in turn, tensed.

Satisfied with himself, Bald, having opened his arms for embraces, took a step forward, but was stopped.

- But, but, boy. No hands. Stand still. I myself.

Bald stiffened post. Anya approached, stretched, waited for him to reach for her, and instantly recoiled sideways. Bald tried to grab her, but she deftly dodged, laughing.

- You know, Bald, I retired. Here I am so inconstant today.

The guy was not offended, laughed, slamming himself on the knees. All the others laughed.

- Well, fuck! Anka, and I already believed! Okay, next time I'll come with ice cream. Then kiss? And there you look and something else - he winked at her.

- You bring it, bring it first, and we will see. In words, you are all heroes. And go, go, go already. The beer is getting cold, - she nodded at the third guy, who was already out of the doorway and impatiently peretaptyvatsya at the car.

Bald looked back.

“Okay, girls, bye,” he deftly darted forward and slapped the ass with a plump Tanya, squeezing it, slightly lifting the ass up. “Soft,” he said dreamily, to the sound of his friends.

- Bye, girls, - Bald dodged a girl from a kick and dived into the car, from which a loud booming from the whole yard was heard immediately.

And the girlfriends sat down on the bench, and again started talking about something else. It seems that such a picking with Lysy and his friends was in the order of things. But what a significant difference in relation to Anya and to Tanka.

Once everything came together well: Anya had a day off, Sunday, Sveta was on duty. We decided to go to the movies, not all the same to sit at home. There is plenty of time ahead, enough for a cultural program.

The film was not very good, even Anya was bored by the middle, but did not agree to leave earlier, waited patiently for how it would all end. But the people turned out to be smarter than them - in the hall it was almost empty. Kirill took the tickets for the penultimate row, so they sat alone, the nearest rare spectators were four rows away from them, and even those were two times, and missed.

Yawning, not listening to the protracted dialogue of the main characters, Kirill, bored, looked down, and realized that he had been looking in the wrong place for an hour. Anya sat back in her seat, legs slightly apart.A thin loose and short skirt clearly outlined the triangle of the pubis, the point of which indicated the target to Cyril. He casually put his hand on the hip of the girl, feeling the velvety skin, stroked his fingers under the edge of the skirt.

- Cyril, do not distract me. They now confess their love for each other.

- Do not admit, do not have time. The window was shown twice already, which means that, like in the past times, something would interfere, - he touched the girl’s lips with his little finger, hidden by thin panties.

“You're right,” sighed Anya, seeing a ball fly into the ill-fated window and successfully knock down a shelf that falls on the TV.

Taking advantage of the moment, Cyril stroked his sponge with his forefinger, fully putting his hand under his skirt. Anya pretended not to notice anything, but a sly smile began to play on her lips. Kirill set to work on the matter thoroughly: he moved his fingers so that she spread her legs wider, raised her little skirt to make her panties appear, and ran her finger several times over her lips. She somehow relaxed in a special way, and the enthusiastic Cyril continued to caress.

“It's not fair,” Anya said, looking at the screen. - You stick to me in a public place. And if someone sees?

- No one is around. Only the guards can see through the camera, but the backs of the seats cover us to the waist, so there is nothing to be afraid of - he tried to get a finger under the gum of the panties, but the first time it didn't work out.

- Cyril, and if I do that too? What do you say?

- How so?

Instead of answering, she put her palm on the pants of his shorts, a stiff little member, instantly injured in size. But Anya did not stop there. She ran her finger over a noticeable bump, reached a button on her belt, unzipped it, and slowly lowered the zipper down. From surprise, Cyril even left her panties alone. And Anya, smiling slyly, deftly drew off the elastic of her underpants and slipped inside with her cool palm. Kirill even caught his breath. She wasted no time in half, and quickly stooped. Cyril barely managed to intercept her.

- Stop! What are you doing? Would you like to see a crowd of guards come here to gaze at the free show?

- You said it yourself, seat backs ...

- It's approximately. Hands are not visible, and the girl, bent in a characteristic pose ... immediately understand what she does.

- And if so?

She rose a little to make the seat fold and slid to the floor on her knees. Squeezed to Cyril between his legs. She touched her penis with her lips. He detained her.

“Anya, stop messing about.”

- I will not stop, maybe I am Totoshka, and the dogs don't understand the words.

- Toto, go to the place! A place! Phew

“And I am not trained, I do not understand the teams either,” Anya remarked sarcastically, burst out and touching the member with her lips, licked her head, and smiled and looked at him.

Then Cyril changed tactics. I pulled up my skirt, exposing my ass in white panties. Clicked a rubber band.

- What are you, Toto? Where did you see dogs in panties. There are skirts in skirts, but not in shorts.

- And so? - she with a quick movement of her hands pulled off her panties first to her knees, crouching, and raising her knees, pulled her panties further up to her ankles, and there Kirill came to the rescue, finally ridding her of panties. - It's all right? She asked, glittering in her eyes. “It will,” Cyril agreed hopelessly.

Wet tongue passed over the head. Finally exposing a member, Anya several times went around the head with the tongue, then took it in her mouth, sucked, giving rise to a sweet pain inside the trunk. Cyril surrendered to the playful mouth. He sat for a bit, feeling how excitedly the excitement from Ani's slow petting was rapidly growing. Together with the excitement in my head fantasy began to play ...

Gently removing the girl, he said in a serious tone, looking into perplexed eyes.

- Anyway, you're not Toto. For Totoshka there are too many clothes on you, - and slowly pulled the topic from her shoulders, expecting that now she would be indignant, stop him and he would win this funny duel fight. Although, of course, I wanted to lose, but in the end I had to prove to the girl that he was right, even if it was a joke.

The topic slipped from shoulders, the breast seemed ....